You came and you lifted the veil.
From one generation to the other, we were girls. We carried the burdens of the past. We could feel strings taking us back, when we tried to move on and build our life.
We were like flowers ready to bloom and wiped out by a wind of memories. The story would keep repeating itself. A story of thorns and bloody drama.
Till you came.
A little boy in a precious basket. Like a messanger from above. Like you were send by angels to peace my heart and give me reasons to hope. The link of pain was severed.
When I look at you, I picture us in a garden full of beautiful roses, blue sky and fairy tales, trees bending to welcome us. Hand in hand we are strong to face the world.
This is my entry to the Writing Prompt by Mona.
beautiful reply to the prompt, Marie! ❤
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Thanks Lisa. Good to see you again around!
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Well done Marie. Children come as blessings to change our lives. 🙂
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Yes they do Balroop.
Thank you very much.
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Oh, how I know and love this ❤️❤️
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I was sure somehow you could relate to it Rita. Thanks a lot!
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Yes ❤️
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So beautiful!
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Thanks a lot!
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what a beautiful response!
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Thank you Neha.
Have a lovely day
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❤
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Vraiment très beau Marie.
Bises
Tony
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Merci Tony.
Welcome back!
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